INICIAR SESIÓNChapter 3I'm still trembling, the aftershocks of my orgasm rippling through my body as Marcus's fingers remain buried inside me. His other hand rests on my hip, possessive and firm. "Look at you," he murmurs against my ear, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my chest. "Still shaking. Still so fucking wet for me."Before I can respond, the first drops of rain begin to hit the roof, Its a soft drizzle at first then it quickly builds to a steady drumming. Marcus shifts beneath me, and in one fluid motion, he stands, lifting me with him as if I weigh nothing. My legs automatically wrap around his waist, my dress bunching around my hips as he carries me through the dark dining room.He reaches the window, and this time I see everything, the way his muscles strain as he holds me, the dark fabric of his trousers against my bare thighs, his hand still cupped between my legs. The rain is coming down in sheets now, pounding against the glass "You like being watched, don't you?" h
Chapter 1 The front door clicks shut behind my parents, the sound echoing through the suddenly too-quiet house. Two weeks. That's how long I'll be alone with Uncle Marcus. I watch their taxi disappear down the street, my fingers gripping the doorframe until my knuckles turn white. "Goodbyes are always so dramatic, aren't they?" Marcus's voice comes from behind me, deep and low, I turn to find him leaning against the doorframe to the living room, arms crossed over his broad chest. At forty-two, he's a mountain of a man…six-foot-five with shoulders that strain against the fabric of his dark polo shirt. His salt-and-pepper hair is cropped short, military style, and his eyes... God, his eyes are the color of storm clouds, fixed on me with an intensity that makes my skin prickle."They worry," I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. I smooth down the hem of my sundress, a floral pattern that suddenly feels childish under his gaze. "It's their first trip to Europe."Marcus pushes off
Chapter 2I place the last fork beside the plate, my fingers trembling slightly as I align it with the knife. My heart hammers against my ribs, the rhythm erratic and wild. Every nerve in my body is on high alert, aware of Marcus's presence in the dining room, aware of what's coming after dinner.The lights flicker once, twice, then die completely.Darkness swallows the kitchen, so sudden and complete that I gasp, my hands flying to my mouth. The only light comes from the faint moonlight filtering through the window above the sink, casting everything in shades of gray and silver. My eyes struggle to adjust, to make sense of the shapes around me.A slow, deliberate clink of silverware echoes from the dining room and i think it’s the sound of a fork against a knife drawn out and. My breath catches in my throat. Each metallic scrape sends a shiver down my spine, the sound somehow more intimate, more threatening in the darkness."Power's out." Marcus's voice emerges from the black, de
Chapter 10The door creaks open and they walk in, I don't move, just lie there trembling on the plush rug, their cum drying on my skin, my ass throbbing from Evren's brutal assault. The drug still hums beneath my veins, a sickly sweet poison that makes my body ache with need even as my mind recoils."Look at her," Soren's voice cuts through the haze. "Still trembling. Still wanting."Cassiel's cold gaze sweeps over my broken form. "The drug's wearing off. Her body remembers though."Evren laughs, a rough, cruel sound. "Of course it does. Little slut loved every second of it."I want to deny it, to scream at them, but my lips only form a weak moan. My traitorous cunt clenches at their words, empty and desperate.Soren kneels beside me, his fingers tracing patterns through the drying fluids on my stomach. "I have an idea. A game." His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. "We'll take turns with her. But there's a rule… each of us has to make her beg for something more depraved than
Chapter 10The door creaks open and they walk in, I don't move, just lie there trembling on the plush rug, their cum drying on my skin, my ass throbbing from Evren's brutal assault. The drug still hums beneath my veins, a sickly sweet poison that makes my body ache with need even as my mind recoils."Look at her," Soren's voice cuts through the haze. "Still trembling. Still wanting."Cassiel's cold gaze sweeps over my broken form. "The drug's wearing off. Her body remembers though."Evren laughs, a rough, cruel sound. "Of course it does. Little slut loved every second of it."I want to deny it, to scream at them, but my lips only form a weak moan. My traitorous cunt clenches at their words, empty and desperate.Soren kneels beside me, his fingers tracing patterns through the drying fluids on my stomach. "I have an idea. A game." His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. "We'll take turns with her. But there's a rule… each of us has to make her beg for something more depraved than
Chapter 9Cassiel kneels between my spread legs, his cold fingers wrapping around my hips to position me just right. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my untouched entrance, the threat of it making me tremble. But i feel something strange. A strange heat blooms in my chest, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My vision swims, the edges blurring not with tears but with a dizzying rush of pure, terrifying lust.My skin flushes, beads of sweat forming on my brow as my pulse starts roaring in my ears. Every nerve ending comes alive, hypersensitive and screaming for more. The pain from Evren's assault melts away, replaced by an insatiable hunger that makes no sense."What the fuck…?" Evren's voice cuts through the haze. His hand shoots out, gripping my chin hard enough to bruise. "Soren, what did you give her?"Soren's laugh is dark and triumphant. "A little something to make our toy beg for more." He steps closer, his fingers trailing through my tears. "Watch
Chapter 4The restaurant table is still warm beneath my bare back, the scent of sex and expensive wine thick in the air as Chad pulls me upright with a rough grip on my wrist. His lips crash against mine, no gentleness, just possession…his free hand tangling in my hair, yanking just enough to make
Chapter 5The floodlights blaze above us, casting Chad’s sweat-slicked body as he crowds me against the cool metal of the goalpost. His breath is hot, his fingers digging into my waist hard enough to bruise. The distant cheers of the lingering fans fade into a hum, drowned out by my pulse in my ea
Chapter 4The moment I stumble out of the shower stall, my legs still trembling, the air hits my damp skin like a slap. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my body humming with the aftershocks of Luke’s brutal touch, my thighs slick with his release and my own. I don’t even have the strength to wrap
Chapter 2Then the Jumbotron flickers, and there I am. Holy shit. My face is blown up fifty feet tall, my hair a wild mess from the wind, my lips parted, eyes wide. And then the camera pans out, and there he is…Chad fucking Rivers, all six-foot-something of sweat-slicked, golden-skinned perfection







